Venemous Bitches

The Golden Goddess was built for speed, not brute force like the rest of her litter. Though she had missed her mark, she had not faltered completely, and without having to look she knew she had caused some damage. Ramming into one’s opponent was a double-edged sword; an ache bloomed along her chest area where their bodies had connected. Now that she had injuries on both sides, body slams would no longer be her best option. No blood came from her wounds yet, but she had to be careful. A weakened area had proved to be many other’s demise before, when they did not pay attention to the signal of pain. Thankfully in the charge she had not forgotten her basics. As the two of them slidethem depart from each other slightly to allow more room due to the impact of canines over canines that left a discomfort to her gums. The woman’s canines got a hold of her left extended foreleg, which drawn out in thin, sanguine ribbons. Thin skin covered the area where she marked, easily coming open. Not a fatal wound, but one none the less. A stray drop of blood curled over the puncture points, dripping neatly down the side. The vigor of battle rushed through her, replacing the preliminary flow of adrenaline but it was all futile, the moment when the second attack landed was where she lost it, the balance she once has was not disturbed by the fact that the old hag still got a hold of her foreleg. The second the bitch slammed into her was the moment her lithe, thin bodice hit the ground.


Nephthys VS. Amunet for Dominance
Round 2/2
Height: 36"
Build: Light


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